content warning! non-con, past abuse, specific depictions

Shit. I sure do wonder who that character could be. Couldn’t possibly be the pissy blonde bully who acts overtly aggressive straight off the bat, demanding to be taken seriously, to be feared of so no one dares to mess with them. Couldn’t possibly be the delinquent who’s only way to gain some sense of control in this messed up town filled with rapists is to do the same as the others, reenacting their vile acts on PC instead. Couldn’t be Whitney whose uncle/aunt is a sailor, having been associated with them for a long while now, having grown up with them, like a family. We know how sailors are in this game. Rapey, grabby hands groping where they shouldn’t. Couldn’t be the helpless squirms of younger Whitney, unable to do anything as they’re touched all over by older, perverted adults.

Couldn’t be how they actually were passed around like some sort of fuck toy at the docks like it was nothing, just another fish the sailors caught once more. As if Whitney didn’t immediately burst into tears the second they were grabbed for by the other people from the underground brothel. Why so quick to cry, Whitney? Familiar memory seeping making its way into your mind once more? Something you’ve pushed deep down inside yourself, only to resurface at the worst of moments, right in front of your own victim that you utilize to feel some sort of semblance, power and control over yourself? Do those hands all over your body make you remember something? Make you remember what happened? What shouldn’t be uttered among the peers at school, their hungry gazes all over you? The ones that make your skin crawl? Are you sure that you’re really all that untouchable, Whitney?

But, that’d be crazy. I’m just spouting bullshit again.